My mother didn't birth a liar; so when I say I perspire no dude, the whole truth I solemnly swear
It's not a front or façade, a stunt nor mirage; when it comes to men, I simply don't got it in me to care…
BUT…
I think I'ma have to make an exception for you…
Saw your picture, and heard a thousand words, the old adage is true…
Mental ascension, I'm tryin to get to the attic of you…
From the ground up, stopping at your heart for a second or two…
Don't let the short time spent there misconstrue…
That's only part of the connection I'm tryin to pursue…
Hypnotized by the aura of confidence you exude
Something like a star, so I'm into wishing for an interlude
Yeah…I'm rough around the edges, BUT that's somethin I think you can soothe
So I Flow my intuition, hoping that I'm not being rude…
Bumpin Isley Brothers, thinkin of ways with you I wanna groove
Mentally, physically, and spiritually, just to name a few
I know you heard it all before, as long as there's sunshine; nothing's new
I'm different though, words I can prove, because I calculate my moves
And go after what I want religiously like those occupying pews
I use that simile because similarly I'm seeking truth
Emotions are like still waters, so I'ma step to you and test ya mood…
And ask you what I wonder…If you hunger for somethin real to consume…
Because metaphorically? I want to be the food…
